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Post by benon on Apr 16, 2007 17:01:00 GMT -5
When the stones were hauled off, Brickstripe called a halt. They would camp and stop for the night so they could get a good start in the morning.
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Post by xylon on Apr 16, 2007 18:06:08 GMT -5
Xylon walked over to his haversack, at the edge of the mountain road. He looked off the mountainside, to the forests below.
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Post by benon on Apr 17, 2007 19:58:27 GMT -5
OOC: are you walking off, or getting your stuff to make
camp?
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Post by xylon on Apr 17, 2007 20:12:33 GMT -5
OOC: Just sitting and eating.
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Post by benon on Apr 17, 2007 20:17:14 GMT -5
OOC: Aight. There was a feast that night upon the discovery of gold. Now they could import supplies and buy small freight ships, maby. There was all manner of food. There were salads, pasties, turnovers, trifles, pies, puddens, cordials, ciders, ales, fizzes, and anything else you would think of. All around a bonfire where young babes danced and older couples flirted. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH  |
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Post by xylon on Apr 17, 2007 20:18:56 GMT -5
Xylon listened to the mountainers feast. He was not feeling very sociable that night. Eating some bread, he took out a small keg of whiskey.
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Post by benon on Apr 17, 2007 20:21:42 GMT -5
Brickstripe joined the wolf, he was not feeling very lively either, a sense of forboding was gnawing at his stomach. He flipped Xylon a gold chunk and took a swig of his wiskey. "Good stuff. You need to give the cellar hog the recipie." he sniffed. He was looking at the newly hewed passageway with the markings of chamber doors all lined out by the moles.
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Post by xylon on Apr 17, 2007 20:26:20 GMT -5
Xylon examined the gold piece, smiling at the badger. "Well, I know the recipe, but I didn't brew it. Came from the north, from the lands of ice and snow. There's actual alchohol in it."
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Post by benon on Apr 17, 2007 20:29:50 GMT -5
"Ah yes, only had that one time, just before this huge battle. Me and my cousin. We were going up against some seavermin. We had guzzled some of the alcahol in my ole nuncy's cellar. Whoo. We were happy then, let me tell you. But, never the less, we both sank the ship. Not a vermin alive I tell you. Good stuff, that alcahol." he sat back and rubbed his full stomach.
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Post by xylon on Apr 17, 2007 20:34:20 GMT -5
"Heh heh. Yes, fighting always seems much more pleasurable when you're been drinking. I once fired a ballista upon the enemy when they had arranged an honorable duel with our leader. I tell ye', Martin was a bit pissed."
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Post by InkBlot on Apr 18, 2007 14:37:35 GMT -5
OOC: I'm just offering side commentary, but they already had ballistas?
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Post by xylon on Apr 18, 2007 20:16:30 GMT -5
OOC: I'm just offering side commentary, but they already had ballistas? OOC: You'll read about it in Mossflower. |
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Post by InkBlot on Apr 19, 2007 16:45:42 GMT -5
OOC:Oh. Can I *hic* have some more of *hic* that great alcohol?*hic hic* (Guy is drunk and woozy)
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Post by benon on Apr 19, 2007 18:23:28 GMT -5
OOC: Noted
"Aye, I bet he was. Well, I do remember this stuff being used as an anestetic for when they had to chop appendeges off. They'd drink them selves to sleep and then they'd feel no pain. Man, gruesom let me tell you." Brickstripe watched the winding path up to the construction sight. There was something strange about to happen, he just knew it.
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Post by xylon on Apr 19, 2007 18:58:04 GMT -5
Xylon noticed the badger's anxiety when he gazed at the meandering path. He reached for his haversack laying his hand on the mace and chain. "You sense something?"
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